#jealous richie

[lillazyboithings]

As a little present from me 🫶

The siblings ever

[itsdefinitely]

may i request richie and his little brother daniel? bonus points if richie is jealous of daniel's cool anime superpowers

brothers!!

[ambersrequel]

random scream charas on social media

mostly from 4&5 but a few from 1&6

some of these r from forever ago im just posting em bc i make these n then hoard them like a squirrel in my bestie’s dms so why not

[im-not-a-l0ser]

I think the idea of Richie having a body pillow of Max being very funny, in a michie context of course.

Especially, a Secret Relationship Michie context. Could you imagine Ruth snooping around his bedroom for like porn or whatever, and finding it? And then going on a long rant about how it's probably not healthy to equate their berator with anything intimate, which she ends with asking to borrow it.

[peachtozier]

jealous eddie is one of the funniest concepts ever. if he just opened his eyes he'd see richies fucking obsessed with him and always has been but no he stays blind

[unladyboss]

CARMY AND MARCUS HAVE A 'DISCUSSION'

CARMY finds out that Marcus asked Sydney out and wanted to talk to Marcus about it

After Marcus sat down, he told Carmy it was none of his business and he wasn't about to listen to any HR bullsh-t.

CARMY told Marcus that he'd better listen

And he'd better watch his mouth

Marcus told Carmy that he's just mad that he spent months making goo goo eyes at Sydney and she wouldn't even look him in the face

Also didn't Carmy have a whole a** girlfriend? Or was it JUST too hard for him to have asked Sydney out himself?

Oh wait yeh you did ask her to go eat then you stood her up right Carmy?' Marcus couldn't help but remind him

Marcus threw that in for good measure and told Carmy, that it's not his fault if Carmy kept fumbling a baddie. At least HE tried.

Carmy was pissed!

The kitchen crew couldn't help but listen to the raised voices coming from the office.

Just then Sydney walked into the kitchen

What's happening? She asked of the crew who hurried back to their stations

What???

[mcuxhp777]

You can't tell me that Richie wouldn't do this just to make Mike jealous

[a-constant-gay-panic]

cAn you do a jealous richie Rozier x Male reader when someone keeps flirting with the reader and it ends with reader comforting richie at home if you can it be older richie

Only Him

masterlist 

pairing: older!richie tozier x male!reader 

summary: there’s no denying that your boyfriend, richie “trashmouth” tozier, is a flirt. in fact, it’s one of his many talents. due to this, he can appreciate the art of flirting but when it comes to others trying their luck with what’s his? that’s something he can't appreciate nor agree with and you’re left to pick up the pieces of the insecure man. 

warnings: legal consumption of alcohol, heavy swearing (it’s richie, what did you expect?), angst with fluffy ending, self doubt, reader gets hit on by a woman, brief hints to homophobia, bisexual reader if you squint and look into things 

word count: 1.7k 

a/n: ok so this turned out to be more soft than anything else. richie doesn't get very mad per say, just very insecure and upset? i hope this was fine anon. 

just a disclaimer, i’m not the most experienced with m!reader so please let me know if this is alright or if there’s anything i could do to make it better. your input is really appreciated :) love you all and enjoy 

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loud music blares throughout the entire club as you lean against the bar counter, a half drunk beer in hand. your eyes are trained on your boyfriend who seems to be in his element, hair wild and glasses foggy from dancing most of the night. you chuckle as you think of the hangover he’s bound to have in the morning whereas you’ve been mindful to not have too much alcohol, knowing that at least one of you had to be sober enough to drive home. 

you idly take a sip as your hand pushes your hair out your eyes which still follow richies every move. however, your moment of admiration is interrupted by a hand which wraps around your bicep. glancing down, you see the slender hand of a woman, nails manicured and painted a vibrant red which contrasts the black button up you’re wearing. 

your eyes lock with hers and she gives you a smile, her eyes shining with what appears to be excitement. “may i help you?” you ask half heartedly, already having a pretty good idea as to why she has approached you. “i’m sure you can.” she answers playfully, releasing her grip on your arm. 

you don’t reply, choosing to look at her expectantly with a raised brow as you await her next words. “mind telling me your name? or am i going to have to call you handsome the rest of the night?” her tone is a perfect balance of teasing and curiosity and even you are impressed with her confidence. 

“y/n.” you reply after a while. she smiles brightly at you and slowly nods her head. “y/n…” she almost purrs, “it suits you. a charming name for a charming man.” she furthers her appreciation of your, in your opinion, bland name. 

you down the last of your beer and place the empty bottle on the bar counter, ready to get away from her before her lighthearted words turn into anything suggestive. “well, as much as i’d love to chat more, i should be going. enjoy your night.” her small hand grasps at your bigger one as you turn to leave. “what’s the matter honey? you wouldn’t leave a lady all alone now would you?” 

you gently take her hand out of your own, trying your best to be polite about it. “sorry but i don't need company.” you reply simply, not wanting to bring attention to the fact that you have a partner - a male one at that - afraid of the repercussions which come with openly admitting to being in a homosexual relationship. 

“oh come on, live a little, why don't you?” her gaze is sultry and her words seductive as she steps closer to you and presses her chest against your own. you look down at her nervously. “listen lady,” your words are strained as you try not to get annoyed, “i appreciate the offer but i'm good.” 

little did either of you know, a certain glasses wearing trashmouth was silently watching the exchange from the crowded dance floor, his drunken state not helping him to recognise the uncomfortable look on your face as the woman continues her advances. 

“you’re so adamant on saying no but you haven't even considered my offer.” she leans up to whisper, her breath tickling your ears which causes a reflexive and visible shiver to run down your back. a shiver which, to the woman in front of you as well as your boyfriend, looks like a pleasurable action. 

richie’s head is filled with doubts as he watches the two of you, his own insecurities causing his eyes to water and the alcohol in his body making him act impulsively as he marches over to you. 

just as you're about to push the woman away once more, you hear the familiar voice, “what the fuck are you doing?” 

the woman leans away from you and her eyes land on the shaking frame of richie who is clearly, not only drunk, but fuming and bothered. you make eye contact with him and send a silent plea for him to help you get away from the persistent lady but he doesn't seem to get the message. 

“and who are you?” his eyes snap to the small woman when she almost hisses her words at him. he smiles mockingly at her before looking back at you while replying, “well i was his fucking boyfriend but it seems that the two of you are seconds away from banging each others brains out so i’ll be taking my leave now.”

with that, he storms away and you're left standing there in embarrassment, confusion and annoyance. 

the woman looks at you shocked. “boyfriend?” her tone carries across her judgement perfectly and all you can do is nod. “you're gay?” she says condescendingly with a raised brow. you nod again but choose to reply verbally too. “yes i am. that’s why i don't want company. now politely fuck off while i go chase my boyfriend.” 

you quickly walk away and she continues to stand there in shock, her reaction replaying in your mind as you step outside the club to try find richie. you knew being gay is considered ‘taboo’ but you still aren't used to the open criticism which comes with the title. 

walking to where you parked your car, you notice that it's not in its spot and immediately panic, knowing that richie has the keys and that probably means he’s driving to your house completely intoxicated and hotheaded. 

breaking out into a run, you head towards your shared home not wanting to leave him alone (if he makes it back safely that is. he was a terrible driver when he’s sober, you didn’t want to imagine him behind the wheel while drunk.)

you finally reach the driveway and sigh in relief as you notice the cat parked in it. you walk slowly up the driveway to the front door while you try to catch your breath. turning the door handle you notice it's unlocked. 

‘he either left it open for me or forgot to lock it… again’ you think absentmindedly as you close and actually lock the door behind you. your eyes adjust to the dark house and blindly make your way up the stairs, heading to your bedroom with the hope of richie being there. 

your wish is granted as you spot his figure laying on the bed. making your way over to the still man, you quietly kick your shoes off  before sitting on the opposite side of the bed. richie’s back is towards you so you aren't sure if he's sleeping or not but your confusion is cleared up when you hear a hushed mumble come from your boyfriend. 

“what are you doing here?” you frown at his harsh tone and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “where did you think i was going to go?” you ask rhetorically in an attempt to lighten his mood but it doesn’t appear to work. he shrugs your hand off him before spitting out, “somewhere else to fuck the chick from the club.” 

his blunt words never fail to catch you off guard and you gape at him, not sure how to respond or go about fixing the issue at hand. 

“why would i be doing that?” you manage to say after a few seconds. “cause you seemed to be getting real close earlier. she was all over you and you didn't do shit about it.” his voice wavers slightly and you realise that he’s fighting back tears.

“i wasn't getting close with her and you know it… i would never do that to you rich.” you try make your words as sincere and soft as possible, hoping to calm down the jealous and hurt man in front of you. “then why the fuck was her hands all over you, huh? she was throwing herself at you and you didn't seem to mind.”

you frown and place your hand on his shoulder again, this time in an attempt to roll him onto his back so that you can see his face but he resists and you sigh in defeat. “you seem to think you know exactly what happened and if that is the case, then  you should know that i turned down her advances multiple times but she wouldn't  take no for an answer.”

his tense body visibly relaxes a little at your words but you know richie and he’s a stubborn man. “i tried to get away but she wouldn't leave me alone. she was quite persistent and you interrupted as i was going to tell her to kindly fuck off.” 

a small but noticeable chuckle escapes his mouth and you smile to yourself, knowing that you’re close to breaking his jealous act. 

“and you know what? even if we weren't dating, i wouldn't  go for her. she’s not my type. i prefer obnoxious trashmouths who can make me laugh without even trying.” you slowly rub his arm, your touch comforting and reassuring. “i like people who know what i'm thinking even when i don't know myself. people who look at me like i'm everything to them.” you gently pull his arm and he rolls over to look you in the eyes. “people who see my flaws and insecurities yet love me regardless… people like you richie. only you.”

you notice tears in his eyes and your hand comes up to cup his face, thump smoothing over his cheek as you gaze at him lovingly. “i love you. not her, not anybody else, you. you are my life and i wouldn't trade you for anything.” 

he smiles as tears escape his eyes. you lean down and your lips brush against his. “you mean everything to me tozier.” you mumble before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. you can feel him smile against you and when you pull away, you can see relief and pure adoration in his eyes. 

“i love you so much.” you say before pulling him into your arms, letting his head rest against your chest, doing everything in your power to let him know how special he is to you. 

“i love you too, y/n… more than anything.” he whispers and you know right there that this man means the world to you and you do to him. you look in his eyes and you see your future with him. you see the life you’ve always wanted. judgement and criticism be damned, you’d marry him one day. 

you would make him the happiest man alive and he’d do the same to you. you would make him yours for life and for whatever comes after it. 

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[crypt1dcorv1dae]

virgil and richie are so funny like. one of their biggest fights happens bc richie gets jealous of virgil hanging out with his love interest. like thats not subtext thats just text. thats literally the entire episode. he got jealous v wanted to spend more time with someone else and they faught about it (tho they didnt do a very good job, bc they cant really stay mad at eachother for long)

[thedeviousdevilxx]

👀

[diedbrave]

[quiet jealousy] - Your muse becomes jealous over my muse for whatever reason, and expresses it non-verbally, lingering closer to my muse than usual, touching them casually, etc. from @ycwza

This was the absolutely last place that Eddie Kaspbrak had expected himself to land at in any point of his life, for the obvious reasons. As if the title of Loser's Club hadn't been enough of a give away that he was too much of a loser to belong here, there was also the fact that the amount of people around was starting to give him extreme claustrophobia. In fact, he could feel his head spinning, and he almost wished that he still carried around the fanny pack of his youth and could pop a few Tylenol to fight off the impending headache caused from stress and anxiety.

He shouldn't have been surprised that Richie, to some degree, had gotten popular. Not popular popular, it wasn't like he was a star athlete or anything, but the guy was funny. People liked funny. People did not like people like Eddie, who were consistently on edge, worried about every little thing, and acted like they had a stick up their ass. Not that Eddie would change a thing about himself, because he was going to be the one that didn't end up pregnant before marriage. Wait.

Regardless, it was what led him to standing in the corner at the college party. A frat party, to be precise, which seemed the furthest thing up either of their alleys, but who was Eddie to judge? He had only agreed to come because he was nervous about Richie going alone, and ending up in some serious trouble. Friends had to look out for each other. Only right now there was no looking out, because Richie was nowhere to be seen, and Eddie was standing in the corner milking a Smirnoff Ice as if it was the strongest drink of the planet.

He nearly spilled said bottle as he had been approached, pushing the curls away from his face as he cleared his throat, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there..." He mumbled, and that had somehow led to this guy leaning against the wall and chatting with him. Him, of all people. Acknowledging Eddie as a person, making the smaller and petite boy laugh and loosen up at this party for the first time all night.

[trashmouthkid]

First Words Soulmate AU where Eddie is a barista and when Richie (obviously his soulmate 🙄) gives him his coffee order, Eddie sighs with an eyeroll and mutters "oh my god, not again" and when Richie is like helloooo what do you mean again Eddie pulls up his sleeve to show him the six different coffee orders tattooed on his arm and says he's already met two

[quinnick]

i just realized your icon is gay ace richie and i wanna say: say more? 💙

I thought I would be alone in this. I still may be because I just like to project 24/7 but I have never met anyone who makes more sex jokes then my ace bff. Richie 100% still makes out with people but that is it and he probably views it on the same level of just cuddling.

I stand by my "Richie as a vv homoromantic man" take

[damirosse-a]

open to: f/nb 

muse: richie ramirez, 28, hunter. pre-bite verse, aka human verse.

plot: serial killer au ?? serial killer au. your muse is getting to know richie, and is starting to like him. and he really likes them too. so now he’s standing over a body with a knife in his hand. 

“oh hey,” he greeted, eerily nonchalant. as if the person walked in on richie simply watching the football game, drinking a beer. instead, the scene resembled an eighties slasher. an unlocked door, checking off crime number one of breaking and entering. he hadn’t acted like a particularly polite house guest, with couch pillows tossed astray, sofa spilling fiberfill,  dishes shattered into smithereens. a gratuitous amount of blood, skidding throughout the kitchen in a labyrinthine trail, pooling at the puncture wound that sank deep into their chest. “i didn’t think you’d be home so soon.” the victim laid on their back on the linoleum, limp, frozen like a statue. they wouldn’t be moving again       richie made sure of that. good. they may not have known their name, or really a damn thing about them, but they sure as hell deserved it. or so he thought. gaze flickers down to the knife in his hand, dripping crimson. “i want to say this isn’t what it looks like     but i won’t bullshit you.” a wicked grin slowly crept onto his features. she could always put a smile on his face. “it’s exactly what it looks like.”

[candy-baroque]

us fonchies have decided that fonz and marion have gossip & wine nights sometimes. richie came home early, but he had to sit on the ottoman cause he isnt actually part of "girls night"